Myotismon just couldn't understand it. Why was he carrying this infant human? He heard it crying a little ways away from his castle with a digivice around its neck. He supposed he could kill it. It would be one less digidestined in the world. But for some reason he couldn't bring himself to do it. But why? Why couldn't he destroy something this innocent? He's done it before. What made this time so different?

Bringing the baby back to the castle unnoticed was a challenge. His servant Digimon were all over the place. He ducked and dodged through the many corridors of his stone home, avoiding any and all living things. When he arrived in his luxurious room, he closed the door and locked it with the hand not holding the baby. The damned thing started to whine, and Myotismon began to panic. He couldn't let anyone hear it. He sat down on his circular bed, crisscrossing his legs over the red silk blanket. He bounced the little human gently, trying to calm it down. It stared up at him with wide, emerald green eyes and giggled a little.

"Ha ha." He snarked sarcasticly. "Little vermin." It started to tear up again, not liking his tone. Myotismon sighed and rocked the thing, hoping it would fall asleep. A putrid smell hit his nostrils and he groaned, realizing it crapped itself. That must be part of why it was crying. What he wouldn't give for a nanny right now…

"Master? Is everything alright in there?" Asked a Vilemon from outside. What should he do? Maybe he could raise the child to be an evil minion of his? An Anti-Digidestined? Was it possible? He opened the door holding the human child. "M-master! Is that…?!"

"Take it to be cleaned and find out what gender it is." he said handing the smelly bundle to the Vilemon. "If you have to make your own diaper out of an old towel or blanket then do it."He said then turned and closed the door. As soon as he did the child screamed in fear and unhappiness. Myotismon opened the door and went with the Vilemon just to keep the brat quiet. It was amazing how much power it had over him. One simple scream made him panic and want to protect it. It was a strange feeling. One Myotismon has never encountered before. It made him more confused and lost than he would like to be.

Arriving in the master bathroom, A few Demidevimon greeted them, announcing they had prepared a bath. Myotismon began to undress while the Vilemon began cleaning up the child. He first took off his cape and then his other clothes, and finally the mask covering his eyes. He sank into the heated water and sighed in bliss. He felt his aching joints become less pained as he soaked in the warmth of the bath, the worries of the day temporarily escaping his mind. He lathered himself up and scrubbed his blueish-grey skin as best he could, then plugged his nose and dunked himself underwater to rinse. He held himself down there for a few minutes before coming back up with a slight gasp. He turned to the Vilemon who was trying to calm the child down and groaned once more, a beat of annoyed sweat running down his forehead. He got up and grabbed the towel on the rack and wrapped his bottom half up, and walked over to the pair.

"So what is it?" He asked the Vilemon. It was clear he had just changed it, since a crude diaper made of an old towel was wrapped around the kid's rear end and sealed up with a bobby pin.

"She's a girl, Master." He said, still confused as to why they were housing a human. He didn't dare ask, since he knew the last person who questioned their Master's will was destroyed and absorbed by him. It was a made a public affair, so everyone knew not to follow that guy's lead. Myotismon could be scary even on a good day.

"Great…" He grumbled to no one in particular. When it became a teenager it would have to go through something he barely remembered at all: puberty. And since he wasn't a girl, he would have to find someone who was so he didn't feel weird telling her all of the stuff that would eventually happen to her. He blushed slightly at the thought. How embarrassing…

He took her in his arms and she squealed in delight. He forced himself to keep a straight –if not grumpy—face. He wanted to smile down at her but he didn't want anyone to think he was going soft. She snuggled into his neck and he frowned, not understanding how she had already formed a bond with him. They had been together about two or three hours tops. She yawned cutely and it took all the will power Myotismon had not to smile or make any noise other than an angry grunt. What was with him? This isn't like him. He is Myotismon, all-powerful warlord of the digitalworld! Not a digipet like the ones that trail behind their human masters.

The thing that made him most worried was the digivice around the child's neck. The Digimon she is partnered with was probably looking for her. It would be a terrible thing to be attacked by her digipet before he could raise her into his personal minion. Perhaps he could take a look in her roster on the digivice. Then he could put a bounty on all Digimon like that.

Entering his bedroom with the child he decided to call Amy, he placed her down on the soft plush couch and pulled out a crib from his closet. It was the one he used to sit in when he was a baby himself. He set it up and turned on the mobile, then placed Amy down, taking the black and red digivice from around her neck. He played with it as she fell asleep, learning what button did what. He looked over to the crib and saw Amy fast asleep in it, snoring softly. He couldn't help but to smile, and quickly caught himself just a moment after it happened.

"God, I smiled at her…" he grumbled, turning his attention back to the digivice. He finally found the roster and flipped through it, finding nothing at first. He pressed the same button like an A button mashing RPG gamer, and when he found the only Digimon in the roster, his cold heart skipped a beat. "Im…impossible...! It … it couldn't be…!"